Finders Keepers for Friend Thad
I have just caught a passing thought.
I wrote it down in black and white,
it was a stray I had the right
I’ve not seen one like this before
A random thought, original.
It is not often that you see
a brand new thought that’s flying free.
I claimed it which is typical,
I caught it by pure accident
it was not something I had planned.
I am quite sure you’ll understand
I’m following a precedent
which was established long ago.
Finders are keepers as you know.
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First Lady
Darkness descends and silence reigns
across the mountains and the plains.
The Moon Goddess has yet to rise
but soon she’ll dominate the skies.
The focus of adoring eyes.
Though new religions rise and fall.
The faithful few resist their call.
They have no doubt, no doubt at all.
That their Goddess rules over all.
The orb which lights the sky by night
is only meant to signify.
Her ever open watchful eye.
She still regards the race of men
indulgently as her children.
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Knit One Slip One
Marie Antoinette’s great mistake,
she told the peasants to eat cake
The final straw destined to break
the camels back, for pity’s sake
Revolting peasants lost their cool
The foolish queen soon lost her head
Republicans began to rule
She was a fool she should have fled.
The Sun King thought he was in charge
but in due course regretted it
When he met Madame La Farge
whose greatest pleasure was to knit.
Whilst watching executions
without undue exertions.
(15-Oct-07)
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The Matriarch At Prayer
A great grandmother genuflects
Before the altar and reflects.
On different stages of her life.
Alternating peace and strife.
A happy child hood followed by
And even now she wonders why
The turbulence of teen age years.
Temper tantrums and hot tears.
But she matured as all must do.
And looking back she can review.
Her teen age angsts quite differently
She's wiser than she used to be.
She is content to know that she
Can still pray for her family.
Monday,16 April 2012.
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Monochromatricks For M'lady Tara
When winter comes the forest trees
all do a colourful striptease
Discarding their leaves one by one
until the very last is gone
but even so they’re beautiful
although not so colourful.
A tracery of black on white
silhouettes against the light
grey white of the wintery sky
But pleasing to an artists eye
I like the sheer simplicity
I can attempt successfully
to paint though I’m an amateur.
In monochrome as I prefer
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19/10/2009
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Dreaming
Breezes soft as an angels kiss
caress the sleeping maiden’s hair.
Whilst she is lost in dreams of bliss.
Reality cannot compare
with the sweet dreams of innocents.
Who have not yet met with heartache
or suffered from life’s accidents.
Alas too soon she’ll have to wake
to face up to reality
and leave her childish dreams behind.
In pursuit of her destiny.
She too will learn to plot and scheme.
To try to make her dreams come true.
Just as the rest of us must do.
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Self Opinion
At dawn, the rising of the sun
alerts the cockerel to crow.
Although in his opinion
The cock doth cause the sun to glow.
And there are many little men.
Who like the cockerel will crow
to prove their worth again, again.
I wonder was it always so.
I feel no need to brag and boast.
I am content to simply be.
My own opinion uppermost
Lacks not for credibility.
At least not in my own eyes
though others may think otherwise.
04/07/2009
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Eye to Eye
A poet with an artist’s eye
can conjure words to set the scene.
Then with the words that he’ll supply
his reader feels as though he’s seen.
The same scene which the poet saw
Draws on his own experience
of things that he has seen before
though it makes little difference.
The message that the poet sent
is perhaps not the one received
The reader senses the intent
and finds the poem well conceived.
The picture which the reader gets
is the scene his own mind sets
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Simole elegance for M 'lady Tara
The beauty of a winter scene
that’s limned in simple black and white,
with here and there an evergreen.
To me a source of sheer delight.
Although I love the autumn hues
which recently were on display.
Replaced by austere winter views
I see the world a different way.
A pleasure to an artist’s eye,
although a limited palette.
I see no earthly reason why.
When spring arrives we should forget.
The winter beauty we have seen
because the trees are turning green.
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Cover Up for Mlady lucianne
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Softly, silently snow flakes fall.
Quickly, quietly covers all
the litter mankind leaves behind.
Now out of sight and out of mind.
A pristine world of virgin white
clearly presented to our sight.
We can forget what lies below,
the filth and grime beneath the snow.
No other creature fouls its nest
but mankind show s no interest
in keeping his environment
clean. His lack of care is evident
What men discard so carelessly?
The snow conceals so carefully.
7-Jan-08
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